Hello, Everyone. Here are a few summer photos. They mostly speak for themselves. The first eight are all of Rhode Island. As you can see, I’m fascinated by stone walls, lichen, and dirt roads.
Also, I took a shorebird hike with the Nature Conservancy and saw oyster catchers, among other cool birds. Our guide (with the telescope) taught Suzanne and John all about bird banding when they were young.
The Great Blue Heron here, however, is not the one I saw in Rhode Island but one that stood in the flooded path of Great Meadows National Wildlife Sanctuary in Massachusetts. After the heavy rains, I found I couldn’t walk there because I had no wading boots, but it was a treat to see people silently watching this bird, including a troop of little boys with bicycles. When I left, everyone was still waiting for the heron to decide what to do.
Also from Massachusetts, are photos of an agricultural lawn ornament, summer lilies and wild flowers, and Concord grapes in a vine honoring the founder of that variety, Ephraim Bull.
The last photo is neither from Rhode Island or Massachusetts but one Suzanne sent from the west coast of Sweden, where her family is renting an apartment on a horse farm near where they’re boating.
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I always love your photo blogs. You make RI look like Ireland!
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Some people have actually bought houses here because it reminds them of Ireland!
Just give me a good old stone wall any time I need to lift my spirits. Such presence they have! Great pics!
Julie
I especially love the “dry” walls (no cement to bind the stones). The old-time builders were such artists!
For sure! Here’s where I lived for many years…just for fun!
https://jmankowsky.com/tag/stone-walls/
Julie
Worth posting again.
Ha! With the wonders of modern technology, I can see that you’ve already read that blog post a couple of years ago. So, nixie on the last link! 😉
Julie
Wonderful! Subjects dear to my heart and on my easel as I write this …
I want to see what’s on your easel.
Such memories. The photos make me homesick for the east coast. So many beautiful places in this country.
Sibby, come to the Boston area sometime — and let me know you’re coming. A couple years before your mother died, your sister Frances tried to set up a meeting on their way to Maine. I don’t remember why it didn’t work out. I know she said your mother had become very hard of hearing.